gold

nature’s first green is gold

The line appeared at the forefront of my mind when feeling this little bubble in my chest. A little zing, warmth. It feels like sweetness. And then, just as I felt it, it started to disipate, to unfurl, to shift.

The image of sand falling through hands, or a leaf holding onto a branch. A bird in a palm. We try to hold onto what we deem as good. (The gold.) We grasp onto it sometimes, wanting, desiring. Sometimes what we deem as ‘negative’ can also hold a lot of beauty.

I’m learning that even as things change, gold can be experienced in any stage. And even if something doesn’t feel comfortable, or ‘warm’, the state will change. Outgrowing an experience, a home, a stage of life, a person, doesn’t often feel good, - it can- but it can also be coupled with challenge, frustration, and chaos.

I think, on one level, our soul values all of it. And though what is gold -nature’s green, the first kiss, a new born baby is so very beautiful to our human hearts- I also want to acknowledge the beauty of what we don’t often judge as good, persay. The cracks and the edges, the valleys that provide depth to the human experience. To teach us compassion. To teach us self love. Even when things don’t appear to shine golden, they may glimmer a hint of it.